Saturday, April 28, 2012

Back to Salt Lake I go...

I left David in Denver, as he was coming in about a week to be with me.  I arrived in Salt Lake about 9:30 at night.  My daughter wanted to go and see her dad, so we went up town to see him.  On our way home we got pulled over by Sandy Police.  They informed me that I had a felony warrant.  They allowed my mother and brother to come and get Maddy and my car, and off to jail I went.  I was in jail from about 1am until about 5pm the next day.  Pretrail bailed me out, so I didn't have to post anything on the 10,000 dollar bond I had.  (Eek!)  Long story short, when Wayne and I had returned the rental, he had gone back, taken the keys out of the box and taken the car again.  He then traded it to a drug dealer for drugs.  (I found this out from his brother, who refused to testify and told me that if he was subpeoned he would lie.)  So, I entered into a plea with the state that I wouldn't get in any trouble for a certain period of time.  All while this court process was going on, I married David Brewer.  That was a very poor choice on my part, but hindsight is always 20/20, right?  We were only together as a married couple for about 7 months, then I sent him back to his mother in Colorado via Greyhound.  Everything was going okay for a while and I was getting back into real life and the damn addiction reared its ugly head again.  I was still using infrequently, but as always, it came back with a vengence!  I ran out the time on my probation and was off the hook legally.  I was doing things I shouldn't and being in places that I can't believe I walked out of alive and was just generally off the hook.  Keep in mind, my mom had Maddy full time at this point.  I was still living with her, but not there much.  I ended up going to a hotel to make a drug deal.  When I got there,  my dude wasn't there yet, so I waited.  Of course there were people there using, but I wasn't at that point.  Before dude showed up, the cops came first.  No knock warrants are fickle little things....LOL.  One guy threw his dope on the table and went to the other side of the room.  Guess what the cops found first??  Yeah.  Dude's dope.  By now, I have to look out for myself wherever I go which means I don't "rat" anyone out. Cops asked who's dope it was, and nobody claimed it.  For those of you in law enforcement, you know that means that it's now community property.  Interestingly enough, none of us went to jail that day, nor did we receive a ticket.  We walked out of there and were told not to come back.  Much to my chagrin, I received an anonymous letter from some criminal attorney about 3 months later advising me that they would like to represent me on my pending criminal charge.  What??  I called the attorney and asked what criminal case.  He advised me that Sandy City attorney had screened the hotel incident and decided to pursue charges.  So, a warrent for possession of a controlled substance had been filed against me in court.  Now, who thinks I went and willingly turned myself in??  Anyone??  Not a chance!  I had the attitude of "catch me if you can!"  In Utah, when a warrant is issued, they also suspend your drivers license.  I knew that, but still had keys!!  I ran around for nearly8 months before being stopped for speeding.  As you can all guess, this would be where my 2nd arrest comes in to play. 

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